Whose footsteps are on my broken path's dusk's sand! <br />There are some scattered petals of whose garland! <br /> <br />When she came she didn't make sound <br />When she went she stepped on the ground <br />Who else but she makes me cry like this! <br />Who else but she is my only bliss! <br /> <br />Then the sunlight was young and brighter! <br />My path of time was full of flower <br />And my world wore spring's nice fashion wear! <br /> <br />I didn't know it on that day <br />I was home alone by the way <br />Today I will set out for her place <br />Carrying burdens of my old age!<br /><br />Asif Andalib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footsteps-on-dusk-s-sand-original-by-rabindranath-tagore/
